Now connecting all these dots, Yang Xiao understood that after learning he had been captured, Tong Han quickly took control of the drum from the City God Master. This was the confidence she spoke of to withstand Qu Muzhi.
Tong Han's rapid advancement in combat power was not the work of the Ru Lin Academy, but rather the result of this dangerous yet powerful magic artifact.
"Ah——"
Standing under the night sky, Yang Xiao sighed softly and tightened his lips. Since ancient times, money debt is easy to repay, but emotional debt is hard to bear. He disliked owing favors, especially to women.
Two hours later, a newly dressed Yang Xiao appeared outside the Peace Hotel. Daoist Qingfeng came to usher him inside. After some time apart, they indulged in a brief conversation.
Yet all necessary formalities were observed, and once again, Yang Xiao's eyes were covered as he was led to the peculiar room where his master uncle resided.
